"What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed.
"To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one.
"Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms.
"Who says?" I argued.
"I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him.
"I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen.
Author: self-absorbed
Status: Completed